we brought upon this dead agenda now we stole the chapter with spotless conscience turn back time recall a better life beneath the sky another season pa**ed us quick enough to go unnoticed yet the pitch black sinks in deep as promises shatter in our hands and breathing is of greater importance we turned out just fine, didn't we? if not, then tell me what I am tell me I'm not the monster in the office building show me where my heart is one last time and I'll keep the memory inside me somewhere where it's safe from the sulphur rain leached from the fires we watch every night on the TV screen but never get burned from make it burn (through the cables) make it burn (follow the telephone lines) make it burn (we scream)